Fifty Shades of Grey (book 1+ 2)

Chapter 27

"Once!" she scoffs.

I nod, rather shame faced.

"He's very reserved."

She frowns.

"That's odd."

"I don't think odd covers it really," I murmur.

"We need to make sure you're simply irresistible for this evening," she says with determination.

Oh no... this sounds like it will be time consuming, humiliating, and painful.

"I have to be at work in an hour."

"I can work with that timeframe. Come on." Kate grabs my hand and takes me into her bedroom.

The day drags at Clayton's even though we're busy. We've hit the summer season, so I have to spend

two hours restocking the shelves once the shop is closed. It's mindless work, and it gives me too much

time to think. I've not really had a chance all day.

Under Kate's tireless and frankly intrusive instruction, my legs and underarms are shaved to perfection,

my eyebrows plucked, and I am buffed all over. It has been a most unpleasant experience. But she

assures me that this is what men expect these days. What else will he expectI have to convince Kate

that this is what I want to do. For some strange reason, she doesn't trust him, maybe because he's so

stiff and formal. She says she can't put her finger on it, but I have promised to text her when I arrive in

Seattle. I haven't told her about the helicopter, she'd freak.

I also have the Jose issue. He's left three messages and seven missed calls on my cell.

He's also called home twice. Kate has been very vague as to where I am. He'll know she's covering for

me. Kate doesn't do vague. But I have decided to let him stew. I'm still too angry with him.

Christian mentioned some kind of written paperwork, and I don't know if he was joking or if I'm going to

have to sign something. It's so frustrating trying to guess. And on top of all the angst, I can barely

contain my excitement or my nerves. Tonight's the night!

After all this time, am I ready for thisMy inner goddess glares at me, tapping her small foot impatiently.

She's been ready for this for years, and she's ready for anything with Christian Grey, but I still don't

understand what he sees in me... mousey Ana Steele - it makes no sense.

He is punctual, of course, and waiting for me when I leave Clayton's. He climbs out of the back of the

Audi to open the door and smiles warmly at me.

"Good evening, Miss Steele," he says.

"Mr. Grey." I nod politely to him as I climb into the backseat of the car. Taylor is sitting in the driver's

seat.

"Hello, Taylor," I say.

"Good evening, Miss Steele," his voice is polite and professional. Christian climbs in the other side and

clasps my hand, giving it a gentle squeeze that I feel all the way though my body.

"How was work?" he asks.

"Very long," I reply, and my voice is husky, too low, and full of need.

"Yes, it's been a long day for me too." His tone is serious.

"What did you do?" I manage.

"I went hiking with Elliot." His thumb strokes my knuckles, back and forth, and my heart skips a beat as

my breathing accelerates. How does he do this to meHe's only touching a very small area of my body,

and the hormones are flying.

The drive to the heliport is short and, before I know it, we arrive. I wonder where the fabled helicopter

might be. We're in a built-up area of the city and even I know helicopters need space to take off and

land. Taylor parks, climbs out, and opens my car door. Christian is beside me in an instant and takes

my hand again.

"Ready?" he asks. I nod and want to say for anything, but I can't articulate the words as I'm too

nervous, too excited.

"Taylor." He nods curtly at his driver, and we head into the building, straight to a set of elevators.

Elevator! The memory of our kiss this morning comes back to haunt me.

I have thought of nothing else all day. Daydreaming at the register at Clayton's. Twice Mr. Clayton had

to shout my name to bring me back to Earth. To say I've been distracted would be the understatement

of the year. Christian glances down at me, a slight smile on his lips. Ha! He's thinking about it too.

"It's only three floors," he says dryly, his gray eyes dancing with amusement. He's telepathic surely. It's

spooky.

I try to keep my face impassive as we enter the elevator. The doors close, and it's there, the weird

electrical attraction crackling between us, enslaving me. I close my eyes in a vain attempt to ignore it.

He tightens his grip on my hand, and five seconds later the doors open on to the roof of the building.

And there it is, a white helicopter with the name Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc. written in blue with the

company logo on the side. Surely this is misuse of Company property.

He leads me to a small office where an old timer sits behind the desk.

"Here's your flight plan, Mr. Grey. All external checks are done. It's ready and waiting sir. You're free to

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"Thank you, Joe." Christian smiles warmly at him.

Oh. Someone deserving of the polite treatment from Christian, perhaps he's not an employee. I stare at

the old guy in awe.

"Let's go," Christian says, and we make our way toward the helicopter. When we're up close, it's much

bigger than I thought. I expected it to be a roadster version for two, but it has at least seven seats.

Christian opens the door and directs me to one of the seats at the very front.

"Sit - don't touch anything," he orders as he clambers in behind me.

He shuts the door with a slam. I'm glad that the area is floodlit, otherwise I'd find it difficult to see inside

the small cockpit. I sit down in my allotted seat, and he crouches beside me to strap me into the

harness. It's a four-point harness with all the straps connecting to one central buckle. He tightens both

of the upper straps, so I can hardly move.

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